Foꝛ with the only be theſe welles of lyfe, / Of frayle men ſpring but podels of myꝛe, / From whom ſourdeth errour ⁊ croked ſtrife[…]

Next came the semi-landing with the lunette window, and here the door opened under the pressure of a single finger, and with a sigh and creak.

So your old car finally gave out, did it?

[…] But when you're in love, you want to be with that person and talk to her, not just do the horizontal hula with her."